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Bros the wind is blasting so hard I'm afraid the roof is going to get ripped off. When I look outside the trees are swaying so far it looks like they are dancing the dance of the heathen gods. The windows are vibrating menacingly like they are about to shatter. Objects are intermittently flung past the window to the far corners of the earth. I still haven't done my plein air for today. This is it for me. The end times have arrived